Hell Within Heaven's Gates

12

Immane shoved the key in the lock, twisting it until the click. She silently swung the cell open.

Seraphine walked out of the cell, holding herself whilst looking at the ground.

Immane silently closed it behind her, hearing the small click of the lock again. She put the keys back.

She bit her lip and looked up at Immane, looking over her composure, how she stood, her face, her eyes. Everything.

Immane was standing up straight. Her face was blank. She wasn't showing any emotion. Her hair was still a mess, and she was breathing hard, "I'm going to die for this, you know," she started walking.

"You won't die," she trailed off trying to convince herself a bit too. Looking away from Immane. She walked slightly behind her once again.

"Walk in line with me," she commanded, clenching her fists. Her face had the smallest bit of worry. It couldn't be seen from behind.

"Why do you always ask that of me," Seraphine questioned clearly confused. Although she walked a bit faster, it's more of a limp than that of a walk.

Immane didn't answer. She made one last turn, and there it was. Her room.

She made a weird face, "why won't you just answer the question?"

"I don't like the feeling of someone behind me," she put simply. She opened the door to her room.

She sighed and walked in.

"What, my room not good enough for you, princess," she asked, walking in after her.

"It's not that... I just... miss home.," she pouted sitting on the bed.

"You could've gone home while I wasn't here. But instead, you got yourself caught."

"I wasn't going to leave anyone here. I couldn't."

Lies, it was all she thought. Was the real reason she couldn't leave because of the broken husks of angel's trapped here? Or was it something else?

"Hmm," Immane mumbled, leaning on the bed.

"What do you mean hm? And is there anyway I can shower, or something?

She looked up at Immane.

Immane looked into her eyes, "because you're a terrible liar. You can use the bathroom."

"I'm- I'm not that bad of a liar," she pouted, but stood up to get into the bathroom.

"Yes you are," Immane countered, sitting on the end of the bed.

"Whatever..." She went into the bathroom and closed the door. Why was her heart beating so fast? Fear. Of course. She's just scared.

Immane clenched and unclenched her fists. God, why was she doing this? She could've left her there. But she didn't.

Seraphine started the shower, taking the torn clothes off. She stepped in, not caring about the temperature. She was glad, for once, to wash away the red blood that covered most of her body. She watched the red flow to the drain. Rippling before disappearing. She wished she could disappear. Just like the water. Wash away, get swallowed into nothing. Eaten by darkness. But she can't, not now, not ever.

Immane didn't want to bug her. Not yet. She thought of her box under the bed, standing up. She went to her closet to get changed.

She healed her wing, staying silent. After, she just curled up under the shower spray and closed her eyes. She needed a minute of nothing. Thinking nothing, having to do nothing, being nothing. She needed that small period of peace. Her tears mixed with the water. She couldn't distinguish, was that water, were those her tears? She sniffled, holding back sobs.

Immane tapped on the door, "you alright?"

She looked up staring at the shower curtain, "yeah... I-I'm ok," she stuttered out unconfidently.

"We talked about lying," Immane grumbled. God, she should walk in there.

"I'm sorry." She stood up and turned off the shower. Did she bring in any clothes? A quick check of the counter told her no, she did not. She sighed heavily and found a towel.

"Immane.... Clothes?"

Immane went and grabbed some clothes. Some shorts and a t-shirt that she didn't care if it got ripped, "coming in," she announced, turning the knob.

She quickly pulled the towel on before Immane came in. She looked at her, blue eyes glowing quite a bit, kind of a natural glow, though there was hidden sadness behind them.

"Thank you," her voice was quiet.

"No problem," she looked Seraphine over, then handed the clothes over.

She visibly swallowed when she felt Immane's eyes roam. But took the clothes in one hand. Holding the towel with the other.

Immane stayed a moment longer than she had to, walking out and closing the door.

Seraphine blushed and looked down at the clothes. She lied to herself again and said it was the heat and steam in the room that made her stomach ache for something. She told herself the shower and sitting under it for so long is what made her face red. She quickly got dressed.

Immane waited for her to come out. That's all she's doing.

She walked out and was rubbing her still soaked hair with the towel, trying meekly trying to dry it.

Immane pressed Seraphine against the wall by her shoulder fiercely. She leaned in close, her breath hitting her face. Immane's eyes searched Seraphine's for anything. Love? Lust? Anything.

"EEP," her voice managed to squeak out. The action earned a small wince from her. Her eyes went wide looking Immane over. What was going on? Why was this happening? Did she do something wrong? She hoped not. Her face went red once more. Dropping the towel in her blurr of thoughts.

Immane took it as an okay. She pressed her lips against Seraphine's, her mouth burning with the passion of all the fires from hell.

She was surprised to say the least and she froze. She didn't know what to do. Her brain wasn't comprehending everything.

Immane broke off for a second, breathing hard.

"Wh-what was that for?"

Immane rolled her eyes, "what do you think, princess?"

Her face changed and she looked like she was contemplating something. Her face was red with a furious blush.

"Do you want me to stop," Immane asked, already guessing an answer.

"N-no..." She avoided eye contact.

Immane smirked, grabbing both of Seraphine's wrists with her left hand and pinned them to the wall above her. She continued to press her against the wall with her right.

Seraphine blushed heavily and looked up at Immane. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, if it was leading where she thought... this definitely won't be all that bad.

Immane kissed her neck, right above her collarbone. Her grip slipped on her wrists slightly.

She pulled her wrists back and tugged at the hem of Immane's shirt. A whine escaping her lips when she felt Immane's against her skin, it sent pinpricks of lust through her.

"Not yet, princess. You have to earn it," the mumbled against her skin, biting it.